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Written by Sorrow Is My Mask   
Friday, 14 March 2008
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Slave

 

Chained to this wall

My back is whipped, the flesh has become raw

 

This is your way of giving me what I deserve

Hurting me slowly, keeping my life preserved

 

Have I done that much to you

Have I caused you all your black and blues

 

Or is it yourself that you're really afraid of

You can't stand the color of your own tainted blood

 

But what you do can't cause me pain

Seeing you like this only helps my pride regain

 

I'm not the slave that's chained to the wall

You're the slave that can't accept your own flaws

 

If this makes you feel better go right ahead

Because being alone with you makes me wish I were dead



Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask
Keyword: Slave
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Comments (3)
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-15 00:41:45
the meek

shall inherit the earth...

hmm... probably didn't say that right...

well done!
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Posted by Roadkill315
2008-03-15 07:36:54
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Tough topic to bring to words, let alone poetry. I enjoyed this, thanks
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Posted by R.E.Potter
2008-03-15 07:51:34
,,,

what an ugly word,,,but good poem.
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